I don’t exist on my own. Nothing exists on its own.
There’s no way I can delineate where “I” end and all other things begin. I am that’s embedded and I belong. You belong.
I have some thoughts on belonging. On worth. On findings spaciousness. It amounts to a zen rambling.
We belong to the world. We arise out of relation to other things. So we belong to the land, the soil, the air and water, the streams and rocks, the mountains, to the ecosystems and earth.
We belong to this tiny Little earth, and to this huge cosmic process.
Everything about us only arises in relation to another. We are unbound and spacious.
We have to disxuss further what we mean by “self” and “care.”
Because neoliberal self-care is prevelant on the radical left.
It’s based off of impermeable, individual selves. There isn’t little discourses abour socio-well-being.
About the social level of what we call “self-regulation.”
How depressing! Everything’s running on empty, all our goals are pointless, and nothing we say communicates anything! But irony strikes again!"
https://theanarchistlibrary.org/library/max-cafard-zen-anarchy
There’s a plethora of sensorimotor approaches to healing trauma.
Listening to vibrations and sound bowls (sound healing), yoga (SO many varieties), tai chi, seated meditation practice, deep tissue release using a lacrosse ball and foam-roller
